there is sunlight dancing in dust
on the other side of my bed where you could be
where we could be
and be and just truly be
fingers like eyes surveying the horizon
warmth radiating like the birth of a new sun
betweenus no thing and everythingever
we could yin and yang and rock and roll
until we both push out every single stressful breath
left within our sore souls and our clumsy bodies
left to rest beside you resting beside me
(resting beside you resting beside me)
this we could have this we are we are we have always
been and always will be the truth of love
and the desperate desire of skin
to touch the skin of your skin
the cracked paint of your weathered home
legs twisting around mine like unstoppable vines
like restless music through the wall
but you are not through the wall you are
mount fuji (sacred) and i am the great wave of kanagawa
crashing upon you
in this painting somewhere
on the other side of the world
tucked away
behind bulletproof glass
COPYRIGHT BRICE MAIURRO 2014
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The repetition that is used in this poem is so catching and leaves a breathless feeling behind. Like the lovers depicted here, your poem is filled with urgency and sweetness mixed with mystery. Love this poem, thank you!
Thanks a lot. I took a page from e.e. cummings with this one.
To add to the above, intoxicatingly sensual and erotic.
Thank you so much!